It’s a beautiful Saturday afternoon, the day before Easter, 16 years ago and I was lying in Women’s Hospital with my arms opened wide praying that God would take me or make me well. While my husband was watching the master’s tournament, I was praying for total healing or total release to heaven. Three days earlier my youngest daughter was born and to make a long story short, I almost bled to death on the operating table. I remember saying to my doctor during the ‘C’ section, “I feel like an elephant is sitting on my chest.” Then I don’t remember much…When I woke up, a nurse was on the phone and said, “We have an emergent situation.” I made it through the first hurdle.
Later that night I remember seeing stars and crosses and I pressed the call button and said, “Heeeeyyyy!!!! I think I’m gonna meet Jesus tonight!” A few minutes later a scurry of nurses were in my room….don’t remember much again after that. When I woke up the next day it seemed the pre-clampsia that landed me in the hospital weeks before my delivery date had taken it’s toll on my body and my blood pressure was majorly out of wack. My organs were beginning to shut down and the medical team put me on magnesium sulfate to put my body on pause….it slowed my energy, my speech, my ability to breast feed, my thoughts, and my vision was blurred. I have overcome a lot of obstacles in my life, yet this was the worst. I kept thinking, “I’m strong. I’m tough. I can get through this.” I’ve had to dig down deep my entire life to overcome low self-esteem, which people that have known me since grade school continue to be baffled by. Why? I’ll tell you that in another blog…
So, I’m laying in bed, arms stretched out and my sister who is an oncology nurse is next to me. She says, “What are you doing?” I said, “I’m praying that God takes me or makes me well.” Three hours later, my vitals are checked, blood pressure is down and the doctor said that I would be released on Sunday. Easter Sunday. Fast forward and my youngest daughter learned of this story last year. I didn’t talk about it to anyone for a long time and when she was sharing a story about feeling like she was going to pass out when she saw a lot of blood and she looked it up on the internet and learned that is was a blood phobia called hemophobia, I just paused. I said, “I’m going to tell you why you might experience that.” I told her the story about her birth. She said, “Well, that makes a lot of sense.”
Here’s the deal. Life is hard. Life is a gift. Life is change. Life is a blessing. I’m grateful for all the lessons I’ve learned, all the people that I’ve encouraged, helped, and loved. Something changed for me in the last few months and that’s why I decided to share this story. The methodology that I’ve trademarked for my speaking and training company, Coach Mkay, is about change. God knows I’ve seen tons of that in the past three years. Separation, Moving into a Rental House, Son almost dying, Re-launch of my speaking business, Son thriving, Divorce, New Business Launch, Home Purchase, Moving Again, New Love, Lost Love, and now my baby girl will be driving soon.
What changed? I had a cancer scare in February. It rattled me. When my doctor told me, my first thought was, “I have too many things to do and too many people to help!” Well, guess what. None of that matters now. I’m MUCH more selective with my time, with my causes, and with personal/professional investments.
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